My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0453 Lila's POV As soon as class ended, I went to the library’ to meet up with Kay. She was already there and hard at work when I arrived. She looked up at me and smiled when I sat down.

“Ready to get to work?” I asked, grabbing one of her open notebooks and an extra pen. She nodded eagerly and showed me where she was with her recent assignments.

She was taking some strange classes that I didn't even know we offered at this school.

Such as spellcasting, the history of sorcerers, and potions. Most of these classes were for withes because Kay was the first fairy we had at this school. But these courses could also be helpful to fairies as well.

She was also taking normal classes like Math, History of Shifters, and Chemistry. I took these level classes last semester and everything came as easy to me.

Despite Tiffany Prescott’s praise of Kay's

academic success from her old school, it still came as a surprise to me how knowledgeable she truly was. We worked at a quick pace, and she was able to obtain all the information I had given to her.

She was like a sponge.

It only took us a couple of hours to finish and by the end, I was exhausted and starving.

“Want to get dinner?” I asked as we packed up our things.

She nodded with a pleased smile.

“I'm starving,” she breathed.

Together we walked from the library and across the campus until we reached the dining hall. It was already crowded with flooded students. I could smell the delicious scent of food as soon as we entered through the door and my stomach growled.

I was excited to see that it was spaghetti and meatball night. Telling from the excited glimmer in Kay's eyes, I knew she was excited as well.

We grabbed our food and went to sit down at a booth in the corner of the room. We were later joined by Becca and Rachel. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Kay, these are my roommates and friends,” I introduced. “Rachel, Becca, this is Kayla.” They both smiled politely at her, but Rachel's eyes widened instantly.

“Holy shit; you're a fairy!” She gasped.

Kay's face reddened, but she didn’t deny it.

She just nodded.

“How can you tell?” Becca asked, peering over at Rachel who sat across from her and next to me. Rachel sat beside Kay and was staring at her with wide eyes.

“Bears have a strange sense of smell,” she said, shrugging. “We can smell fairies easily. I think it has something to do with our history on them.” “I didn’t know bears have a history with fairies,” I said, shaking my head at the thought.

“Yes, we learned about it in Bear History,” she explained. “Bears and fairies used to live amongst one another. That is until a bear betrayed the fairies. We haven't lived in harmony since.” “What did the bears do to the fairies?” I asked, raising my brows.

They'd have to be stupid to double-cross a fairy. Fairies were incredibly powerful, and bears weren't.

“It's unclear,” Rachel answered as she took a bite of her meatball. “But there are a lot of rumors.” “So, we don't know if it's actually true or not?” I asked, raising my brows.

“It was a really long time ago. There's not much documentation of that time,” Rachel said, shrugging.

“It's true,” Kay said, her tone very soft. “The bear stole something from us. It was a very long time ago and they were trying to hide it..."

I “Trying to hide it?” I asked. “Why?” “Because if word got out about it, we would see weak,” she explained, shaking her head. “ And we are anything but weak.” “What was stolen?” Becca asked.

“I heard something about a magical staff, but I thought that was just a rumor,” Rachel breathed.

At first, I didn't think Kay was going to respond because of how quiet she was. She stared down at her food questionably, like she was debating whether or not she was going to continue eating or not. But then she lifted her fork, which contained a part of a meatball, to her lips and slowly started to eat.

“Yes, it was a magical staff. It's how fairies restore their magic. If we lose the staff, then we lose the magic.” I gasped at her words, making her look at me.

“I had no idea your magic was that fragile,” I said, shaking my head at her words. “So, when

that bear stole the staff, they really stole your magic?” She nodded her head once.

“Yes,” she answered out loud. “It took a lot to’ get that stuff back and the fairies had to do it on their own because no one wanted to help.

The witches were threatened by us because we were seemingly more powerful than them and had way more abilities. So, they were never on our side. Everyone else either wanted the magic for themselves or to destroy it.” “Some things never change,” I muttered, thinking about my own situation.

She nodded, almost like she understood exactly what I meant.

“But we eventually got our stuff back, which restored our magic. After that, we didn't take any more chances. We closed ourselves off from everyone.”